FIFTY YEARS

Love, after being married for fifty years. The beauty of life.

FIFTY YEARS

It seems like yesterday we were in New York City, sitting in a cafe drinking

espresso from China cups, surrounded by soft music and candlelight.

How lovely the memories…

He held my hand, I smiled.

Fifty years later…

We stand by the kitchen sink drinking tap water from a plastic cup ready to take our

pills, surrounded by loud westerns on the T.V. and a mellow stove light.

How lovely life…

He holds my hand. I smile.